What's on my mind:
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I π•’π•€π•œπ•–π•• god β€œβ„π• π•¨ π•žπ•¦π•”π•™ 𝕕𝕠 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦π•₯ π•žπ•–β€ god π•£π•–π•‘π•π•šπ•–π••, β€œπ•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•žπ•¦π•”π•™β€ π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕀π•₯𝕣𝕖π•₯𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 π•™π•šπ•€ π•’π•£π•žπ•€ π• π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕀𝕀 π•’π•Ÿπ•• π••π•šπ•–π•• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•žπ•–. 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•“π•–π•π•šπ•–π•§π•– π•šπ•Ÿ god, 𝕑𝕦π•₯ π•₯π•™π•šπ•€ π• π•Ÿ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•‘π•£π• π•—π•šπ•π•– π••π• π•Ÿβ€™π•₯ π•šπ•˜π•Ÿπ• π•£π•– π•₯π•™π•šπ•€. 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕀𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π”Ήπ•šπ•“π•π•– π•šπ•₯ 𝕀𝕒π•ͺ𝕀 π•šπ•— π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π••π•–π•Ÿπ•ͺ β„π•šπ•ž, ℍ𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•π• π••π•–π•Ÿπ•ͺ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕒π•₯𝕖𝕀 𝕠𝕗 β„π•–π•’π•§π•–π•Ÿ. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•€π•šπ•žπ•‘π•π•–π•€π•₯ π•₯𝕖𝕀π•₯: 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕕 π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•’π•€π•™π•’π•žπ•–π•• 𝕠𝕗 π•šπ•₯, 𝕔𝕠𝕑π•ͺ π•₯π•™π•šπ•€, 𝕑𝕦π•₯ π•šπ•₯ π• π•Ÿ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•‘π•£π• π•—π•šπ•π•–. 𝔾𝕠𝕕 π•¨π•šπ•π• π•€π•žπ•šπ•π•– 𝕒π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦.


Yeah, if you made a list of people that you trusted
Would you put your name down?
Do you know who you are?
When you look at life and you talk about yours, do you feel proud?
Are you leaving a mark, or scared to make a bad impression?
So you just go hide in the dark
Livin' and playin' a part, knowin' regret'll come back tomorrow
That's what it does, ain't it? Don't know what we're chasin'
But we all do it, just a part of life, I guess we're all foolish
Running after what we think will make us happy 'til it falls through
And then we find out later it ain't what we wanted
So we give up on it, then we pile the garbage
And we watch it grow and find a drug and numb it
'Til we hit the point that we can barely function
Am I motivated? Is my music dated?
Would I be the same if I was medicated?
Even therapists say I need medication
I avoid it, though, because I'm scared to take it
Am I the only one that has a loaded gun
That's full of doubts and memories to overcome?
And I complain about 'em when they shoot at me
But I know truthfully I like to load 'em up and let 'emβ€”
That's so sad to see, that's so sad to see

Why'd you say I don't belong here? (Huh?)
Fill a bucket full of my tears (Huh?)
Pour it out the water, all of my insecurities whenever I'm scared
I watch 'em grow and say, "I don't care"
I pray to God they ask if hope's real
And if it isn't, I was thinking
Maybe you could introduce us, we ain't met still
Yeah, my chest feels like a blade's in it
Who put it there? I think they did it
Out the zone know, where am I head it
Am I Hell-bound? Will I find Heaven?
Will I feel better or just regret it?
If I let you go and find the seven letters
I been looking for us like it's never endin'
Open all the doors and let the peace enter
I'm (so, so, so)
Pitiful at times, miserable inside
They want me to hide (no, no, no)
How can I survive? Change your state of mind
I should say goodbye (no, no, no)
They want me to beg, they want me to plead, they want me to die
They just want me dead, they just want me hurt
Don't want me to live, don't want me alive
Stop with the pretending, I don't feel respected
I just feel rejected, I don't like rejection
You promise protection, I don't feel protected
I just feel neglected, how can I respect it?
I'll teach them a lesson, I pick up the weapon
Aim in your direction, shoot at my reflection
Shatter my perception, hate it when I'm desperate
You just want perfection, I want you to let me
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